fandomhigh | Tuesday, May 15th - Period 3 - Advanced Beginner's Guide to Carrots, Spleenology, and so on

This class was not actually located at the large campfire, as the teachers had decided that the campfires had demon spirits within them and thus were planted by the truckers union to watch them. You couldn't be too careful with truckers' union demons. And the teachers weren't entirely sure if they counted as vampires anyway.

So instead students would be reporting to the lovely Activities Area, which looked suspiciously like the Dining Hall. Chairs were lined up neatly in rows, and there was a bulletin board with helpful information. Okay, the bulletin board actually had coupons on it for Dinty Moore soup, but coupons are helpful.

Just before class was about to begin, two men wearing housecoats over flannel pajamas entered the room. One of them had a blonde wig (price tag still attached) and red lipstick smeared oddly around his face, and the other had a darker wig and at least three days' worth of stubble. If any students were hoping that these were not going to be their instructors, they ~~shouldn't have signed up for a class with such a stupid name~~ were going to be greatly disappointed.

"WELCOME!" shouted one of the men. It didn't matter which. It really didn't.

"Welcome to our wooooorkshop!"

"It does not have any dangerous chemicals!"

"Not many at all."

"We have not arranged for any to be delivered today!"

"My name is Jerry Sizzler," said one, gesturing to the complete opposite direction from where the other stood, "and this is my sister --"

"-- Jerry SIZZler," he supplied.

"We are, of course, your instructors --"

"And not two clearly insane people."

"Right, right. And His Majesty the Grand Archduke of Findleyburg will be our assistant."

"We bribed him with an antique Persian vase!" Which wasn't true. They had bribed the TA with 32 cents in change, which they thought were rare Turkish coins.

"This class will have domestic tips for the modern lady --"

"-- As well as sexual education for the elderly --"

"-- And some notes on how to improve your golf game."

Both of them nodded.

"Now! For our first class! We should like each of you to introduce yourselves and explain how it is that you came to Greenland."

"West Greenland."

"West Fandom, Mexiland!"

"Yes, yes. And then we shall get to the educational portion of things."

[~~Wait for OCD~~ OCD up! If you're unfamiliar with the Jerries, this infopost might help, but really, all you need to know is that they're insane.]

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It isn't just a game any more. Stare at the crazyflakes and weep for your future.

"This town is insane."

Yeah, it definitely counted as a mantra, now.

...
"Oh. Those are Sizzler and Sizzler."
Valentine was possibly slightly worried.

Liz was suddenly feeling a whole lot better about herself.

Donatello was wondering if this was karma for getting them sent here. He'd apologize to Raph later if he still wasn't going to be stuck in this class anyway.

Lucas didn't stare at the crazyflakes people. He was too busy rummaging through his bag to find his schedule to make sure he was actually in the right place.

Cedric had thought he'd seen it all. Really, he thought he had.

"Wow."

Blair? Taking a lot of notes.

Of course they might be focused more on insanity and a possible study on it's effect on impressionable youth that what the Jerry's were saying.

Molly started giggling. She couldn't help it. She soon had her hand pressed tightly over her mouth to keep from laughing outloud.

Katara had sat next to Molly. Which was probably a bad thing as Molly's giggles helped set off her own. And soon Katara was trying very, very hard not to giggle as well.

Molly glanced at Katara out of the corner of her eye and then had to put her head down on the desk to muffle her giggling.

"SHHHHHH!"

Sokka was trying to pay attention to the crazy.

Molly was now nearly crying from trying not to laugh out loud.

Katara was pulling on her braid, just barely refraining from stuffing it in her mouth to mute the giggles.

The Jerries noticed the giggling and clapped their hands excitedly.

"We find this game very amusing, Jerry!"

"Please do not eat your hair."

"No! We shall all eat our hair!"

"You cannot eat your hair."

"Not until you've purchased it!"

"We don't think that's very polite at all."

"Whoa..."

The stupid spleen thing was run by the guys from the store!?!?!

Sokka facepalmed. Well, it wasn't guns or explosions, but at least it could be fun?

Jim considered demanding a raise. He doubted they even knew he was working for them.

Tuesday, May 15th - Period 3 - Advanced Beginner's Guide to Carrots, Spleenology, and so on

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